You don't have to earn my love if I just give it.

Now Playing: Big Yellow Taxi by Counting Crows feat. Vanessa Carlton

Happy Birthday BESPREN!

Stories about the super duper kilig birthday bash will follow. I promise. :)

I want to be forever young.

Now Playing: Dancing in the Moonlight by Fools Garden

I forgot my color pencils, the one I should be using for my Filipino homework.

I forgot my handout in Research at the counter of which I paid my new ballpoint pen. That said handout exhibits our very, very challenging assignment which is due tomorrow.

I forgot to retrieve my yellow hard-bounded diary from Lala.

I forgot to ask Micah about that thing she promised me about.



And apparently, I forgot to remember that I will stay up until 10:30 today.


Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever, forever
But then, who wants to live forever? (I'm pretty sure Edward Cullen devotees are raising both of their hands)

Good fight and Good night.

So sweet I can hardly speak due to such trauma in my teeth.

Now Playing: Risque by Cute Is What We Aim For

In this instant, I'm going to write everything that pops out of brain. Everything. No deleting.
No hitting of the arrow above the Enter key. Gawd, that's going to be hard. Or maybe not.

Okay, let's start this morning. My whole system suppose to come to life at 5am since we have this practice two hours later. But because of the gooey liquid that keeps on dripping out of my nose, I preferred not to. Oh well, I'll be prepared for my prize on Monday.

My parents went to Goa earlier this afternoon and they'll be back tomorrow. Which means I can use the computer until I want to. Haha. Like you care.

In other news, I think I'll be blogging more regularly. That's not a promise, but more like a pledge of loyalty I owe to this blog somehow. It's been three years full of words anyway, so why stop it immediately?

Win together, lose together, teammates. But in our case, win! Congrats Sb! :D

P.S. I pressed the back-space key. Boom de Yada!

The World Is Just Awesome.

I love the mountains
I love the clear blue skies
I love when great whites fly
I love the whole world
And all its sights and sounds
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
I love the ocean
I love real dirty things
I love to go fast
I love Egyptian kings
I love the whole world and all its craziness
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
I love tornadoes
I love Arachnids
I love hot magma
I love the giant squids
I love the whole world
Its such a brilliant place
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada

- This is perhaps, the best commercial I've ever seen. Its premiere was months ago, but the song is always stuck in my head. Like now. But what the hell, the world really is just awesome -- no questions asked. :)

If I were a boy, I think I could understand.

Now Playing: I'm Yours by The Script

As scared as I am to spill all my guts in this letter, I'd favor brutal honesty rather than to complicate matters because of mixed hints and insinuations.

Those conversations we've been having for days now were truthfully and most likely the closest encounter I had to dating. Yes, as awkward as it seems, it was. Thus, that explains my safe and short replies.

I really had no intention of upsetting you or placing you in a predicament like this. And if what you said were true, you didn't have to end your "commitment" just like that either.

I’ve always been taken aback by the idea of love but I guess this time it's different. Now that I've personally faced the multifaceted concept of it, all it has done is leave me anxious and terrified.

So here it goes, the lamest, the most pathetic excuse that I can think (besides the fact that I'm still very, very young).

I don't know you and you don't know me. That's it, I’ve said it. Maybe the one above sounds more reasonable, but you wouldn’t accept it so my brain has devised a more logical justification.

So maybe we’ve been acquaintances since our freshmen year and yes, we’ve been exchanging messages for the previous weeks. But that proves nothing yet.

Or let’s say we can begin in the get-to-know-each-other stage. But how long will I, will you keep up with it?


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SYNOPSIS: Or suppose all the words I’ve just typed are now ignored since they’re mainly incoherent and random,